Friday, January 31, 2014


I awoke as if it were the dawn of creation

the morning stars singing

the amber light of level sunlight

shining atop our earthly sea

and all the anger and stress and sorrow

faded like a disturbing dream

and my bed felt like a beach and my breathing

caught the damp salt freshness of that sea

I awoke as if I were new

though I was still me and the peace was as ever

the stillness against which we sleep and wake

praying the One our souls to take

then wiping sleep from my eyes

I was still me but different in the stillness....

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